Wednesday, December 16, 2015

As I've said before, I have very bad luck when it comes to plasma weapons. Too many times. I've had a game, where every single plasma gunner I had, killed themselves from gets hot in the first couple turns of the game. Which came to 4 bikers, 4 plague marines, a total of 4 champions of chaos, and my lord on a bike took 2 wounds from a misfiring combi-plas. I was not happy.
Bad games aside, I also don't like running plasma because i feel they are the middle ground for special weapons. Flamers are template weapons that are excellent for taking hordes down.
Melta is the king of anti-tank guns, ignores every armor save and causes instant death on T4 or worse.
Granted, both of the above have very short ranges to be effective, but they are VERY effective at what they do, and they do it for cheap. They also have the advantage of being assault weapons so you can charge whatever your target was to finish it up or tie up that massive tarpit for the rest if the game.
Plasma is overcosted, can kill your own guys, and generally serves 1 purpose: killing terminators.
Okay so the first point I make can be disputed with combi weapons, but then whoeve paid for those combis aren't going to shoot them until at least 12 inches close to the enemy to make sure they get all their points worth. It just so happens that the plasma's effective range is the same as a melta guns max range. Both can nuke terminators the same way, and even better, melta has the benefit of instant death-ing those terminators if they're,
say, Paladins with an apothecary. No Feel no Pain, no sticking around for the next round.
Yes, plasma gets that extra shot and thus theoretically hits twice as often as a melta team.
Plasma also has the advantage of being able to pop most enemy transport options at a further range than melta, but is not as reliable at it. The way i think if that is that they're half range Autocannons that have a better chance of making the tank explode. But Autocannons always have that second shot, some are even twin linked, and shot density will beat out better explosion chance every time. After all: why penetrate a tank once when you can glance it to death for a lot cheaper.
Going over the gets hot rule, there is a 1 in 6 chance of wounding the gunner and then they have to make an armor save and a feel no pain save if they have one. That's a lot of checks to make sure your guy keeps firing away, but the one time he fails everything you will feel it. All the guys around him you bought as ablative wounds serve no purpose anymore. Or maybe your warlord takes his final wound off with his own pistol. Gets hot makes (at least me) you doubt your decision to fire. It throws doubt in your face because what if the gun beats the odds and kills your guy? He could've been that one wound you needed to keep that deathstar tied up in combat for another round, or maybe hes the laat member of his unit and he's valiantly holding that objective you need to push yourself to victory? Do you risk all that just to have a gun that may or may not the intended target? After all, whatever you shoot with plasma probably has an invulnerable save of some kind.
I just choose not to even play that particular Russian roulette anymore.
As for killing terminators, they are great at that: AP2 so they have to try their 5++, and being S7, they wound on 2s even if those terminators are marked with Nurgle. You can even shoot those terminators at 24 inches away just to keep them at bay another turn. But what if they're a paladin squad? If you shot 2 plasma guns at rapid fire range thats 4 shots, maybe 3 hits, about 2.5 wounds, which can get invulnerable saved and then FNP'ed away anyway. 2 melta guns gives you about 1.5 hits, a solid 1 wound, which bypasses armor and FNP severely dropping their survivability that they paid so much for.
At least in my army, dedicated anti tank is essential to give my artillery more targets to satirate, and melta gets the job done quickly and efficiently.
All that said, It comes down to preference: are you a cautious player that doesn't want to lose your expensive guns by accident? Or do you want a gun that can do everything to a degree and damn the possible consequences?
The choice is yours, this is simply my two cents worth.

Asrra Militarum:
Now, i don't exactly remember what he had and he didn't write it down, so please bear with me.
HQ:
Company command squad in a chimera
3 commissars
Troops:
2 platoons wity the following:
Platoon command squad in a chimera
2 units of regular guardsmen
In separate units there were 3 units of 3 heavy weapons teams. 2 units had heavy bolters and the other unit had mortars.
Heavy support:
1 manticore

We rolled to be playing the maelstrom mission: contact lost and objectives were placed with two in my deployment, one in his and the other three scatrered in the midfield. Night fighting was in place.
I won the roll off to go first and I chose to deploy first.
Artillery squads were deployed in corners behind what cover existed. The Autocannon support units were placed on the inward side of the artillery and desciple teams were scattered around as well.
For his deployment, he set up a line of chimeras. His company command Chimera was directly in front of the manticore (side armor facing me) and his infantry blobs were behind the chimeras with heavy weapons teams bubble wrapped by the basic infantry.
Infiltrators:
Cypher and both chosen squads went into reserves and the Nurglings took an objective in the midfield.
Renegades turn 1:
Movement/psychic:
Everything stayed put except the heralds of Tzeentch. They moved up to center field and attempted to summon stuff in the psychic phase. One succeeded in bringing out some horrors but that was it.
Shooting phase: my first unit of Autocannons fired at the company command Chimera and popped it. The other unit tried to take out the manticore, only took one hull point off BUT managed to shake the crew so it wouldn't fire on me next turn. My Desciples plinked a hull point off of one of the platoon command chimeras, but nothing else.
Now the thudd guns:
The first cannkn dropped its template over one of the heavy weapons teams unit. When the dust settled and all 3 guns had shot, half of Baites' army was gone. An entire weapons unit, an infantry unit and the platoon command chimera took a couple hull points.
He looked up to me and extended a hand with a "good game, I lose."
I felt bad that he didn't even get to move his models or even have a turn, but he explained his position: that at best, if the manticore hadn't been shaken that it would've only been able to take out maybe one unit of my artillery, which left another one, which hadn't even shot at this point. But my artillery wasn't his only concern, he also had daemons spawning and breathing down his neck and a possible Cypher attack the next turn which would definitely take out the manticore leaving him with one Chimera and a handful of guardsmen against pretty much an entire army that would just keep getting bigger.

One of the big reasons I accepted his request to play, ither than just to play, was to prove myself to myself. For months, I have been scared to play against Crispy Crusader for fear of continuing my losing streak to him. I told myself i would play against Baites to see if I had really grown. He assures me that I have.

This analysis is going off of my previous list with a few tweaks. Here, I'll be going over my general mindset when playing this list and what strategies I roll out with it.
The list involves Renegades from Imperial armor 5. Siege of Vraks reprint, Orks, Chaos Daemons, and Cypher's dataslate.

Okay, to start this off, I'm using The Purge detachment which forces me take elites instead of compulsory troops, i have no fast atrack slots, 4 heavy, 6 elite and 8 troop. This particular detachment also affects all of my barrage weapons with the blast special rule, and makes it so the blast templates stay on the field for a turn and count as dangerous terrain. I also took the Ordnance Tyrant devotion on my Arch Demagogue to allow me to take Renegade field artillery as non-compulsory troops and a whole bunch of other options from my heavy section gets moved to elites. As an additional bonus, my field artillery can fire onto my own dudes as long as the hole in the blast marker is in an enemy. AND i can fire into close combat (so it says. Im unsure if that means I can target enemy units in close combat, or it just means I can graze my own guys even if they are in combat.)
For HQs I have:
Renegade command squad with the ordnance tyrant upgrade and an Autocannon. Pretty strait forward on this part.
Elites:
Two units of Desciples, each with just an Autocannon leaving 3 bodies to just sit in front and soak bullets for the gunners, also not unusual.
In troops I have five units of field artillery with two guns ,each being the heavy quad mortars. Giving me a total of 10 of my favorite guns ever. The reason being is that even though I "can" fire into my own guys in close combat, I don't want a large group of my guns tied up in combat, getting slaughtered, when I can just spread them out in smaller chunks and keep everyone else shooting, thus, negating what I call the back line cascade, where all the important stuff is tied in close combat getting mulched, with the rest of my army just watching in horror unable to do anything because a key asset was in that assaulted squad.
That about sums it up for my Primary detachment, now onto Daemons:
For HQ I have Two heralds of Tzeentch on discs at mastery level 3. Their entire purpose in life is to cruise around the midfield summoning a bunch of dudes to just flood that area, give me support where needed, and grabbing midfield objectives.
For the mandatory troops, i just bring a unit of Nurglings. They're cheap, and with their infiltrate and shrouded rules, i just park them in a pices of terrain near an objective and just have them glom onto it and never let go.
This brings me to orks. I bring two ork detachments that are exactly alike so ill just go over what is brought and just apply things to both.
For HQ, I just bring the cheap little mek boy. He doesn't do much, but he doesn't need to.
Orky Troops get me a unit of minimum grots. Surprisingly, they actually help me out. They give me more bodies to flood the field with, block shots into my more important stuff, and can speed bump a unit for a turn or two.
The main reason I brought orks, however, is for tue lootas. I bring in a squad of 6.
Why go to all the troubke of bringing orks just for the lootas? Because with 6 lootas I'm having the same amount of shots from a support squad, 1/3 of the time and more often than not, twice or three times as many shots for roughly the same price as 6 guaranteed Autocannon shots. Plus the grots give me more wounds on the table that my opponent has to mop up.
Cypher's dataslate gives me my infiltrating chosen that have worked so well for me. I load them up with 4 Meltaguns and a combi melta on the champion, and have them go to town popping heavy transports and critical tanks that my Autocannons or lootas can't touch easily. Anything to slow the roll of my opponent.
To put it all together:
When placing objectives, I will generally place two, if not all three of them somewhere inside my deployment area, with maybe the one I don't, being put somewhere in cover for the Nurglings to grab and hold forever. This gives me the pesce of mind to know that half of the objectives are already secured by me and I won't have to worry too much about them going anywhere.
I deploy all of my artillery units kind of spaced out, with some of the spare crew bodies covering my Desciples in case my opponent is going first or steals the initiative. They are generally placed next to my backfield objectives because T7 makes it very hard for them to go away from anything other than close combat or Destroyer weapons. Desciple heavy weapons teams and my renegade command squad, are put where you would expect them to be: in cover with line of sight to something on the enemy side of the board.
The Arch Demagogue joins a unit of artillery that is in the middle of my field, so he benefits from majority toughness 7 and because his special rule that lets me fire with the template covering my own guys, is a bubble of 12 inches all around him, this positioning gives him the most bang for his buck and goes that extra mile.
Lootas set up in cover and fire away at light transports or high toughness models that pose a threat. I usually like to keep them on some kind of leveled ruin or something similar so they have the clearest line of sight. The gretchin mobs are set up directly in front of my artillery lines so they actually have a save of some sort in the form of shooting through a unit for a 5+. Mek boys just hang out in front of the lootas for an extra wound.
The heralds of Tzeentch deploy on either side of my board side, to maximize coverage, and roll every power possible on Maelific Daemonology. On my first psychic phase, they usually try to bring iut a unit of horrors, who also roll on maelific, to add to the warp charge pool, and in very lucky cases, turn into a keeper of secrets. If one of my heralds was lucky enough to roll the "sacrifice" power, which lets me bring out another herald for the price of a wound, I will either plbring iut another herald of Tzeentch with a mastery level 2 upgrade, Iraq a herald of Slaanesh for the charriot that does d6 hammer of wrath hits for each hull point left. Summoning daemons is all about using them like a proverbial scalpel: to precisely use this tool to carry out a specific purpose. If you try to use them just to make more things without an end goal in mind, then you're just wasting everyone's time, including your own.
Cypher and his chosen buddies infiltrate as close as possible to key vehicles, so when they pop the metal boxes, my artillery has more targets to shoot at. Sometimes it's best to not infiltrate everything and to maybe leave a squad of chosen in reserves because of imminent drop pods or something similar. In that case, if my opponent has at least something on their side of the field, I will infiltrate cypher with a unit if chosen into some kind of cover because he gives them all shrouded. As an added bonus, if the chosen and Cypher get tarpitted before being able to bring anything down, hit and run with initiative 8 helps my guys run away to take care of more important stuff.

(It's been mentioned to me that I should consider taking out a few the field artillery units and see how the rest of my army performs without them. I feel that that would probably be good, so i can actually see how my army does in late game since, every time I field this, the battle is over before the end of turn 2.)

Basically, my army three has pieces to itself: the backfield gunline, the midfield reinforcements, and the infiltrating tank murderers. In the few games ive played with this flavor of list, I have found that my opponents get tunnel vision on my artillery and forget about literally everything else I have on the board.
To that effect, I chew up my opponent as much as possible on my turns to make their resistance as futile as possible, which actually turns out fairly well with all the shelling going on. The heralds dump out more models, and in the case of a large assault unit making its way towards my back lines, I make some new daemons to bubble wrap my opponent. For this, I usually summon some daemonettes because of their running d6+3 inches to get into place. This one time, I had an ork warboss with a bunch of bikers barreling down onto me. I summoned two units of daemonettes, and each unit ran and spread out completely encircling the orks so in their turn, they could only shoot at one unit and be forced to charge it instead of going anywhere near my back lines, buying me an extra turn to retaliate. All the while my horrors were sitting on an objective scoring me some points, my gunline finished off the other orks, and my heralds kept summoning out more tarpit.

Friday, December 11, 2015

This is another incarnation of the rider of the Juggernaut I have. This time, riding a captured steed of Slaanesh.
I used a Grey Knight head and snuck a little horn on it just to be different, lol. His sword is also from a Grey Knight kit, Paladins I believe. The notches in it were tricky to do with snips, it threatened to break a few times, but gradually digging into it worked easier than just going full turkey on it and breaking it.
I don't remember where the horns on the mount came from, but they were the perfect size for throwing some Dark Eldar Raider chains on. Almost too perfect of a fit.
If the rumors about steed riding marines in the new book are true, this guy just might get some friends to ride around with. But rumors are rumors and a decent amount of salt has been taken to ease the dashed hopes.
Hope you like it!

Monday, December 7, 2015

Having made pacts with the techpriests of Hastia III's forge moon, the Iron Host were asked to take care of a 'small' ork problem in a neighboring system. A couple of the Host objected to being ordered around by a machine priest. But Anthrallis curbed them by reminding them that they needes their allies for ships and equipment and running this mission was a sure way to enforce that relationship. He told the nay sayers to stay back on Poxvidrae and guard their home. Six stayed behind. Five of those that had been transformed in the stronghold, and the rouge twenty-first Marine who was utterly intolerant to the other twenty and refused to serve Anthrallis as a dog of war.
Anyway, stepping onto the planet and seeing a sea of green foliage, Anthrallis ordered scouting sentinels to lead a ground force in all directions with constant vigilance while their landing ships were guarded by artillery batteries and heavy weapon emplacements; arial surveillance had shown no ork settlements in open ground, so a ground mission was needed.
The sentinels encountered no resistance, and upon regrouping on the caravan of Rhinos and Vindicators, were bombarded by heavy artillery coming from the drop site's direction. Communication attempts were met with static, and the strike force was left backtracking to the camp, avoiding shells and anti tank weaponry
When they arrived, the place was overrun by Greenskins. Carving their way through, the Iron Host pushed the enemy back and away from the ships before any major damage had been done. The skirmish had left a Rhino wrecked and a Vindicator without the demolisher cannon. Most of the artillery crew had been slaughtered, but one mortal remained, he had held up inside a Lander and fought off the small horde from the rear when the marines showed up.
Groups of sentinels were again sent out to try to track the ambushers and stumbled upon a large group of settlements loosely clustered in a large forest and made it back to the landing site without attack.
Now knowing the location, the marines took action: the artillery was mounted to one of the landing ships, facing downward. Two groups of bikes positioned themselves on the east and west of the forest with Anthrallis leading the eastern squad. Sentinels were to the north and the remaining marines and tanks to the south.
The landing ship flew over the central ork settlement and all batteries were released, setting great patches of the forest ablaze and crumbling not only the central, but many smaller neighboring holds as well. All wings of the attack rushed in and slaughtered the orks on their way out of the burning mess.
All units made it to the central camp, each reporting they killed each ork that came in their path. All agreed they had not seen many nobs or the leader of the orks so they began a scouring mission.
Before long there was a commotion over the vox: sentinel unit Alpha had been overrun and the orks had taken over the vehicles with an exceptionally large one mounted as well.
Anthrallis and his bikes were first to the scene. The sentinels had been damaged enough to the point where they were easy to drop, but the ork leader ripped off the lascannon attached to his ruined steed, aimed it directly at Anthrallis, and fired.
The leader of the Iron host was bisected cleanly from head to toe. The rest of the attack wings approached and finished off the warboss, ending the battle.
Anthrallis' second in command, Cephalen, ordered all the bodies of the fallen be brought back to Poxvidrae. Two others of the Iron Host had fallen to slay the great ork. One decapitated the other cut down by a power klaw, along with the pilots of Sentinel Alpha.
Back in orbit, Cephalen had the voidship saturate the settlement area with weapons fire, and they returned home.
The news of Anthrallis' death was, as expected, not taken very well. The bodies of the mortals were brought to the Garden and would become a part of it, but none among the marines knew what would happen to one of their own after death. They decided to bury the bodies in their own grove, to remain remembered.
In-fighting began over who would replace Anthrallis as their leader, for he had been chosen by the greater daemon to lead them all in the wars to come. Three weeks passed; blows had been struck against brother, lines had been drawn, and no progress had been made.
Weary of the debate, Cephalen went to the grave of Anthrallis. The two had been together since the days of the great crusade, together they had beaten their squad mate to death when Perturabo declared decimation.
And now, Cephalen was alone and at a loss. Begging Nurgle to somehow bring light to the situation, or send the daemon down to settle the matter before bolters were fired and throats slit.
Then the ground moved.
It wasn't a quake, nor had it just been his imagination, his armor had recorded the movement too. Cephalen clawed at the ground before him to see if his prayers of Anthrallis' return had been received. To his delight: it had been.
From the two halves of his body Anthrallis had grown whole. There were now two of him, each in perfect synchronization with its twin. The two stood to face Cephalen and gave a small laugh and told Cephalen that there was a great story to be told.
The other marines were dug up, each had been brought back with a duplicate. All of them made their way back to the stronghold and all heads turned to the sevem marines standing in the doorway.
Both bodies of Anthrallis explained everything that had transpired:
Upon burial, the Lord of the Host and the other two were joined in their graves by open canisters filled with the spores that had transformed their superhuman bodies, as had become tradition when planting the bodies of the mortal humans to allow a tree to take their place.
The souls of the three dead marines had been brought to the home of the daemon that had given them life after their first death. There, he greeted them as sons and told them they would return to life and that their bodies, and all pieces that had been detached, would regrow whole again and that their consciousness would inhabit both bodies; and that should any of the Iron Host lose a part of their bodies, with enough exposure to the Devourer Virus, that part would regenerate and be another extension of their soul.
Not only were the marines shocked their fallen comrades were back, but to hear that they were immortal as long as the entirety of their body wasn't vaporized had them all feeling full of drive to conquer like never before; for they had no more fear.

Saturday, December 5, 2015

A rather Brutal but Cunnin' Boss, to be sure, Kon Kushin came to his position while in a bout with other Nobz of his clan to see who would take the place of their newly dead leader. Out of 100 Nobz, Kushin was one of the final two left standing. Both had suffered grievous wounds (and were not allowed to see a mad dok to get patched up for the fight), Kaghshun missing his both arms and his opponent missing an eye and both legs (a fair fight, really) Kushin won by sneakin' up behind, knocking over, standing on the arms of and bashing in the skull of his opponent with his own head. He was cunnin' enough to wear a helmet to make his 'ead 'arder and make sure he didn't brain himself.
Having won, gotten new arms (fresh from the beaten ork), and becoming Boss, Kushin decided to take his clan and beat all the others into submission and have them join his WAAAGH.
Kushin's speed freaks and meks brought him a brand new bike, capable of going faster than any bike painted red, more durable than "dose really big tanks dem 'umies have" and more dakka than 3 bikes put together (it equates to about 4 bikes worth, but who's counting).
His new fandom brought him support from all over his local star system, every ork in the area wanted to witness the 'Ead Basha bash in heads for the sake of a bigger, better WAAAGH, and eventually the rumors started going around.
Orkoids were saying that Kushin can explode one of those big 'umies just by hitting his head!
Others said they had witnessed Him and another speed freak charge eachother on their bikes and instead of chopping or klawing, Kushin just reached his neck out and rammed his head into the torso of the opponent so fast that he was ripped in half.
In fact, so many would-be bosses have had their head obliterated, that Kushin's helmet has bent and molded to his head and is impossible to remove. Not that he would ever allow it to he removed. In his own words: " 'ow do I'z knowz dat I'z not gunna get me own 'ead bashed in by some runty git who wantz to be me?"
Differing from other WAAAGH bosses of his magnitude and influence, Kushin doesn't believe he's being spoken to by Mork and Gork, and doesn't think hes some sort of chosen one to bring all the orks together in one big WAAAGH to end the galaxy. He just likes a good fight, and knows he needs other orks to make the ships, gubbinz, and gunz; to fight all the runty enemies and leave him the impressive and important ones.

The 'Kon' part was added after a battle with the White Scars space marine chapter. The nobz in the force heard the White Scars call their leaders Khans and they were all on bikes, so they figured together that Kushin is also a Khan. Go figure.

His model has the ability (and pose) to be able to come off his bike and be used un-mounted

Friday, December 4, 2015

General Baites came up with the back story for his Imperial Guard army a while back, and I hopped onto it when I started getting into my Renegades.
The gist of it is, on Hastia III (the planet under observation from my Iron Host), there was a rebellion of sorts and the planet ended up in turmoil and the higher ups were following Chaos. Somehow all imperial distress calls were denied, and the planet went unnoticed. So while most of the planet is dedicated to Khorne, there are some followers for the other gods.
Upon making contact with the Iron Host, the leaders struck a deal: any worshippers of Nurgle on Hastia III may be shipped to the Iron Host's planet and attached to them. Along with the Nurglites, cowards and the like were thrown in as well, an effective way to get rid of the weak. In exchange for taking care if the human trash and whatever research available to the Devourer Plague, Anthrallis and his men were given access to the 3rd planet's forgeworld moon, for tanks, guns, and armor.
The Nurgle worshippers brought to Hastia V, Newly renamed 'Poxvidrae' by it's inhabitants, were given halfway-decent armor (read 6+ if they were lucky) and advanced respirator masks, the better to serve as the willing chaff, meatshields, and artillery operators for the Host.
The others, were not so fortunate. They were exposed to the planet's atmosphere without any form of protection and became trees in the grand forest, or were experimented on by the warpsmiths.

From a modeling standpoint, I used cadian bodies and, to represent the rebreathers of the mortals serving the Iron Host, I had to look around the interwebs to find something that would make the models all uniform. I didn't want any exposed faces, even the higher ranking ones. After scouring, i came across Pig Iron Productions in the U.K. and they had the perfect ones (see below).
They even have slits in the face shield that look almost like the insignia of the Iron Warriors. And they're even big enough that I could try my hand at some free hand to add some uniqueness to my dudes.
Pig Iron has a ton of alternative heads to choose from all for pretty cheap.
I haven't gotten the chance to actually order the parts, but I am anxious to get them.
I hope you find something on their site to spruce up your own collection!

I managed to find an out of print ork battleforce at my local shop. And figured I'd get it to add some power to my horde of greenskins.
Now, I've written ork biker lists to try stuff out and since i already have 14 chaos bikes that look relatively orky, i figured this box will give me some boys a trukk and bikes for my painboy and warboss and I'd use the 3rd pair of biker legs to cast more and just make some riders to swap out my chaos riders. Pretty easy.
This guy is the product of like, 2 hours of work, trying to make a mobile ork hospital. I mase a stretcher from one of the boarding planks from the Trukk and the patient is the gunner from said Trukk. I figured he'd do just fine as he's already missing half of his arm.
The stretcher is removable for the rare case I'm not running a pain boy.
So far, this guy hasn't see any action, but I think he's gonna work out pretty well. I mean, he has the tools, the lighting, and the maneuverability to zip around patching boyz up.
Hope you like him, more orks to follow

Thursday, December 3, 2015

Okay, so remember how i said i play games against myself on a whiteboard to test stuff out? Well... My results lead me to believe that grey knights shouldn't play against me... Also, this is my first battle report so it may be a bit rough of a narrative so please bear with me.

Also, included is the board i was playing on, im not sure how well you'll be able to see it but know that green is grey knights, red is chaos and brown is terrain and objectives. If you have questions about the map feel free to ask away.

Okay, so disclaimer: Grey Knights aren't my primary army and I sort of just threw this together just to see how it worked, whereas my army of Chaos is well tuned and produced through trial and error.

Grey Knights won the roll-off for deploying first and decided to go first. The Paladins were kept in reserves. The rest of the force was split in half, a dreadknight and a razorback on both sides of deployment behind some cover.
Chaos deployed with the artillery and heavy weapons teams way in the back, with the heralds of Tzeentch around them, also all behind cover. Cypher and the two squads of chosen set up camp on the central hill, infiltrated, in a very precarious situation that would've gone horribly wrong had Chaos not STOLEN THEINITIATIVE.
That's right, Cypher pulled something and got the jump on the Grey Knights.

Turn 1: the heralds of tzeentch moved up to midfield, and both units of chosen manage to roll a 5 for their move through cover to get off the hill, each splitting off to take on a half of the Knights.
In the Psychic phase, one herald failed to bring in some horrors, and the other brought in another Tzeentch herald with 2 mastery levels.
Shoosting face: Melta guns on the left are shot at the dreadknight over there, reducing it to 2 wounds. The chosen squad on the right had Cypher with them, so naturally they outright killed the Dreadknight on their side. Autocannons completely failed to do anything except take 1 hull point off the razorback on the right
Now the fun part: Thudd guns.
Not having a clear target, the first unit targeted the left side of the field. Specifically the Razorback, to get to that juicy rear armor with the hope that some blasts will go wide and strike the dreadknight. After the barrage, the Razorback had been wrecked and the dreadknight dropped another wound. Thudd guns Part 2 wiped out the recently evacuated strike squad completely.
At the end of Chaos turn 1, the grey knights had been reduced to a 3/4 dead dreadknight. And a 1/3 dead razorback.

Now, on the bottom of turn one, they grey knights were left with a bit of a dilemma: where should the dreadknight teleport to? To stay in place and charge the chosen... Well shit, now i realize that might've been the better thing to do. Damn.
Instead of the smart thing, apparently, the dreadknight teleported behind the gunlines of the renegades and tried to torch one of the artillery crews.... And then remembered that all shooting towards artillery crew count as the toughness of the gun... Which is 7. So with one blast, the dreadknight ended up putting a single wound on one of the thudd guns. The razorback moved towards and objective and shot the assault cannon at Cypher's group and ended up taking 3 cbosen out. Not bad. And then ended the turn.
Chaos turn 2 was simple: move Cypher's group toward the razorback and explode it, Autocannon the dreadknight to death, and pelt the 5 remaining grey knights to dust with 12 small blasts. Tabled, end of story.

Now since this game was so short, i didn't have the opportunity to try out everything all the way, but a couple of notes i took were
That i liked how Cypher really bumped up the initial mobility of the chosen. Too many games in the past I've spent the first half of the game driving up the board in rhinos hoping to blast something along the way.
Which brings me to another thing: repeating melta guns. In the same lists that I used rhinos horribly in, I would instead have a 5 man marine squad, with 1 true melta, a combi-melta on the champion and a combi-melta strapped to the rhino and hope for the best.*sigh* if only I could send my hand back through time and slap myslef into doing this sooner.
Another fun thing was having 2 groups of thudd guns. 1 group of 4 can devastate an entire unit, but it can be overkill. 2 groups of 3 makes it so i don't have to commit all of that power in the unit to just one target; it gives me options.
Running the 3 pronged atrack of artillery with 9 Autocannons supporting them, melta right in the face turn 1 and daemon summoning has a lot of potential. Setting up the grey knights, i had to think even more carefully about my placement. As it happened it didn't really matter, but it still helped and I wish i hadn't alpha struck as well as i had had.
And my final point: I have finally witnessed a true alpha strike, and have felt the pain of removing half my army before getting the chance to do anything at all... Quite the powerful manoeuvre and yet another thing I wish I could've learned much sooner.

Well, that about does it for this one. I hope you enjoyed it and want to read more.
Please, comment and ask questions, I am open to constructive criticism and would greatly appreciate any advice.

Back during my first years of playing 40k, my friend, General Baites, gave me a built Landraider, telling me he had no use for it and that ill 'definitely need it for when you start to play marines'. I laughed at the notion and thanked him for the gift. Two years later, Baites turned me to the Dark Powers and told me id better start using that Landraider from way back when.
Well, i don't much like land raiders. They cost too much for what they do, at least to me (and especially since there's only one flavor for Chaos), and are rather cumbersome.
So i bought a defiler and merged the two kits. The pictures you see are the final product of that.
Using leftover daemon prince bits, I made it seem that the daemon inhabiting the machine was trying to break free and even added the touch of making the crab claw arms in the same relative positions of the daemon's arms.
He's not perfect, but i love him.
His track record includes a game against Tau where a unit of melta crisis suits dropped right in front of him, got one hit through and caused an explodes result. The defiler shook it off with a 6 on his daemon save and on my next turn mulched the unit completely. After that, he ripped apart a, previously unwounded, riptide in one go. And THEN made contact with a fortress of redemption, blasting apart one side of the thing with the battle cannon. And charging the center. He crushed the center piece, and then became a wreck as the pathfinders haywired him to death with grenades. But, the other side of the fortress had been destroyed by my Autocannon Havocs, leaving the pathfinders and fire warriors stuck in the building, with no where to go and a big ol piece of Line of Sight blocking terrain in their face.
Good times.
In the fluff of the Iron Host, after a battle of rampaging through the enemy, The Barge is sent around the battlefield, scooping up all the bodies, guns, and other gear he can and bringing it back to the base camp to be used and repurposed. By asking nicely (read: "adding more seals internally"), some marines can hitch a ride into battle (fulfilling it's heritage of land raid-ing).

I also have reason to believe this is actually IS possessed. He's fallen from my car to the ground outside anything to hold him in and he landed properly without a scratch... When i picked him up a heard a faint laughter...

As you can see, this guy simply doesn't take no for an answer, and promptly responds to walls and barricades and enemies with a resounding: "I'M THE JUGGERNAUT, BITCH!"
Some interesting notes on his model:
The long axe's head he is holding was made from the keel of a Dark Eldar raider and the haft from a flagpole from the same kit.
However, these pictures are mildly outdated and since being take, he has had a bit of a tumble: the axe snapped, and a couple of the blades in his mount broke off. He has been repaired, but the axe is no longer nearly as long as it started out. Also, his chainsword has grown; I added a second length of blade to make him even more choppy.

Some background: as part of the Iron Host, he is not a Lord, such as Anthrallis, but is instead designated "the Pack Master" and is in charge of keeping various beasts of the gods in the material world, bound to himself for his own riding.

Okay, so after finding out their bodies were replaced by daemons of nurgle, the 20 marines of the Iron Host decided that it was pretty sweet: no more need to make sure all holes in your armor were sealed for voidwalking, and they could breathe whatever atmosphere they wanted, and best of all: stunted pain; they could probably take a bolter round or two directly to the chest and keep going (though no one had volunteered to be shot to test the theory). They decided to finish up their base, since they now considered it their headquarters. As they set out to work, one mentioned to another his concern for the 21st marine, the one they had closed the doors on just as he was about to make it inside. The listener shrugged and suggested that maybe he hadn't made it, that the stronghold had protected the rest of them for the most part.
As in most drama shows on television these days, no sooner had the two finished their short conversation they were attacked (Gasp)!
Limping back to the stronghold carrying his mangled brother, tge survuving marine told the other 18 what had happened: that there was a blur of silvered armour and the screaming of jet pack engines and suddenly the other was missing both legs at the knee and an arm at the shoulder.
They all then collectively remembered that none if them had advanced medical knowledge.... The one they had left outside was the designated medic(cue massed facepalming).

Flashing back to when the doors were slammed on said medic. He wrestled with many emotions including hatred, for his brothers for locking him out when he was seconds away from the entrance, and despair, for he was to die alone and forgotten.
Instead of pounding on the doors to be let in, he figured he would wander around the wasteland until he could move no more.
He ended up staring down a cliff, with the valley the stronghold was nestled in, right below him. Deciding that he was to perish with or without company, he unarmed himself: disengaged the mag-lock for his pistol, wrenched the lightning claw off his arm and took off his helmet to see his destruction without the assistance of his lenses.
He knelt on the Cliffside feeling each cell in his body being destroyed individually, and stared into the clouds; and in them, he saw a funnel cloud of the spored spiraling through the air... And heading towards him.
He stood as the cloud touched down on a puddle of what was once a group of cultists and saw a tree start to grow from it. The tree was roughly the shape and style of a Terran Ash and grew to the approximate size of one.
Looking back into the valley, he noticed all the cultist puddles were behaving the same way, each becoming a tree of a grand forest.
Feeling a presence behind him, he turned and saw a roughly humanoid shape dislodge itself from the trunk of the Ash and walk toward him.
The... Thing had what looked like branches sprouting from itself, with a pair of antlers crowning itself. It then spoke.
It spoke of how it was the the daemon that provided the necessary daemonic essence to give life to the virus. It told how it had been charged by Nurgle himself to create a garden on this planet, for all the worshippers of the Father of Blight to gather and take joy in the existence of such a marvel. Finally, it mentioned to the lone marine that he was to be the chosen guardian of the forest, a great and wonderful task to be sure, and that he was to be gifted with the ability to spread the garden on whatever planet he set foot on.
Eventually the marine agreed to the task, donned his helm and weapons again, and succumbed to the sweet embrace of Grandfather Nurgle.

(Sorry if the character shifts are confusing, i haven't pinpointed names for the marines yet. But rest assured they will be named eventually.)

One of favorites, of the many things I've modeled, has been my Rhino tank add-ons. Pieces of equipment that i can add or remove based on what kind of tank my Rhino chassis is being used as for a game.
In the span of an afternoon i made add-ons for turning this humble tank into a Vindicator, Predator (complete with sponsons), or almost any other imperial standard tank.
Attached are some pictures of when i first made it.
Hope you like it.